Don't flip out- this is only 12k words (only, she says). It's different than what it seems, though your emails might be pissed. I guess I had to write today. There's a lot of worlds, a lot of reasons, a lot of people who wish I wasn't here to write. But hell, may as well do what I'm good at.
This should come across as no surprise but the characters are all presented as human here and as, obviously, of age. I am not bold enough to do otherwise, haha. Or not crazy enough. You pick.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, regret nothing, and let them forget nothing.
"Yeah, I took dancing lessons a few months back."
All it takes is those words for Falco Lombardi to enter your life.
You lean from four people down to give him an odd look, perhaps the least likely to take dance lessons at all. The crowd of "friends" you orbited around like a lost moon without a planet were in your way, and all you could recognize was the sun that was far too hot for you as it glared at the park you were in with these strangers. Still, a tuft of blue taller than the Tower of Babel spiked up in the air stuck out as it leaned towards you, smirking, too amused at you.
"See?" he said to no one in particular, looking at you like someone guiding a newcomer into a conversation. "Someone's interested!"
You look away, not bothering to wait for his reaction. As usual, everyone else talked- these faces you might be able to put names to now- and all you could do was pull your parka over your head. The heat of the sun as you buried yourself in fabric, stopping the urge to lie down and wait for everyone else to pass, never mattered. You knew it was best that you stayed around here, but you wished you could be anywhere else.
Somewhere within your meditative state, you noticed that he didn't say anything else.